"Oh, Jen, what's it all about? Are you married to him really?"
Jennie answered as best she knew how.
"Not—not exactly."
But here Gladys was too quick for her.
"If you're married to him at all, it's got to be exactly, hasn't it?"
"I—I did go through—through the ceremony."
"Well then, you've got the law on him," Gladys declared, earnestly. "He'll have to pay you alimony anyhow."
"I—I don't want him to pay me anything."
"Not pay you anything, and him with a wad as big as a haystack? Oh, Jen, you're not going dippy like poor momma, are you?"
Jennie wondered if she was. It seemed to her as if she could stand little more in the line of revolution without her mind giving way.